Mr. Right, Spoil Me novel Chapter 187

“Does she live better than me?” Emily replied, immediately and indifferently, “I don’t think so. I’ve got everything she’s got. Andrew will give me everything I want. You are flattering Sarah Cox a bit much.”

No woman would confess to having a bad time in front of another woman, especially the one who, in her judgement, had taken her loved one from her.

Mathew watched her, a dismissive look was in his eyes. He realized that stupidity was not horrible, but deluding oneself was. The marks were left by different men on her neck and then her collarbone, and wriggled their way down. They looked unrestrained and disgusting. It still amazed Mathew that a disheveled woman whose sexual desire seemed never satisfied was adored as a goddess. A great many men must have stepped into this room, as he could imagine.

“There’s no way she could live better than me. Andrew’s rich and powerful grandfather couldn’t have let his grandson marry a woman like her. Maybe the old man’s got a problem in the head, or the bitch is such a complex woman that no one can see through her disguise.” Emily insisted that those who stuck around Sarah were blind.

Mathew glanced at her. “The woman you are talking about, however, is much better than a prostitute.”

Emily lunged towards Mathew at the moment she heard the word but was stopped by his bodyguards to make sure he was untouched.

“Mathew Scott, you are cursed! You won’t have Sarah for a lifetime!” said Emily, refusing to show her weakness.

He lifted his eyes and smiled coolly. “Are you jealous of her again?”

As he turned around to leave, Mathew heard her struggling not to end up being like this. The thin and soft fabric covering her body was ripped to pieces by the bodyguards for her constant attempts.

Emily was sitting on the floor, clothes torn. Clear traces on her body revealed what had just finished. She bit her lip until it bled. Her face looked pale.

Mathew frowned without turning his head. “Stay here if you guys don’t mind.”

The people looked her up and down for a moment and left with him.

Sarah was sent to the hospital the next morning.

When she opened her eyes, she found herself surrounded by whiteness. She was in a VIP ward. Quiet environment. She slipped her arm from under the quilt and rubbed her eyes. Being in this unfamiliar room alone upset her.

“Ok, thank you.”

“No problem, Mr. Bask. We will keep everything about your wife private. Don’t worry. The rehabilitation plan will be implemented as soon as possible.”

Sarah recognized Andrew’s voice.

“Andrew! Is that you? Are you there?” Sarah shouted, a bit fear in her voice for being not sure whether the one outside was he or not, and hid herself behind the quilt.

Andrew appeared at once. Sarah was like a frightened rabbit. He laughed with resignation, touched her head lightly and took her in his arms. “Yes, It’s me. It’s still early. Why not sleep more?”

Sarah held the man tightly, who had brought her much comfort. She wore a hospital gown, hair down, and looked pale and drawn without any makeup on her face in the morning.